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On the first day of market, my farmer grew for me.... a mustachioed aubergine!
On the second day of market, my farmer grew for me.... two fun kohlrabi (and a mustachioed aubergine!)
It snowed last night. And Thanksgiving is coming up this week. It has finally happened - the holidays are officially upon us.
The holidays are supposed to be a time of joy and of thankfulness, a time where friends and family come together to spend time with one another, to appreciate it each other. A time of love and goodwill amongst all. Right? Oh, and presents. And wine.
After having been gone for four years, one of the first things I did upon returning to Santa Barbara, California, my home town, was to bite into a Fuyu persimmon that was grown in my mother’s garden.
It’s not new to talk about the connection between food and memory, but on this particular trip, every day was an intense experience of reconnecting with lifelong friends--and each time, that connection happened over a meal.
Incredible things can happen when you pay a visit to a place like Spence Farm.
The season is coming to an end for some farmers, but for others the space in which they grow their crops is just changing from wide open fields to temperature controlled (or at least monitored) covered growing spaces.
The farmers who extend their seasons, either into late fall, or even through the winter, have been preparing their starts and beds, and watching the weather forecasts as the threat of the first frost approaches.
It's halfway through October. Fall, pretty leaves, pumpkins, apple picking, and your LAST CHANCE to get to the farmers' market. Yes, I'm talking to you. You who have been meaning to go all year, or have only gone once or twice. It's your last shot until next May...TAKE IT. Here are just a few reasons why: